If you try and take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have on your hands is a non-working cat.
It is folly to say you know what is happening to other people. Only they know, if they exist. They have their own Universes of their own eyes and ears.
To give real service you must add something which cannot be bought or measured with money, and that is sincerity and integrity.
Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
For as long as he could remember, he’d suffered from a vague nagging feeling of being not all there.
You can tune a guitar, but you can’t tuna fish. Unless of course, you play bass.
There are some people you like immediately, some whom you think you might learn to like in the fullness of time, and some that you simply want to push away from you with a sharp stick.
I find the whole business of religion profoundly interesting. But it does mystify me that otherwise intelligent people take it seriously.
If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.
The world is a thing of utter inordinate complexity and richness and strangeness that is absolutely awesome.
I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you’ve never actually known what the question is.
A cup of tea would restore my normality.
This planet has – or rather had – a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time.
What does it matter? Science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but I’d far rather be happy than right any day.
My universe is my eyes and my ears. Anything else is hearsay.
Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?
In the old days, writers used to sit in front of a typewriter and stare out of the window. Nowadays, because of the marvels of convergent technology, the thing you type on and the window you stare out of are now the same thing.
In those days spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were real men, women were real women and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri.
Technology is a word that describes something that doesn’t work yet.
She had what it took: great hair, a profound understanding of strategic lip gloss, the intelligence to understand the world and a tiny secret interior deadness which meant she didn’t care.